These Gifts Are Often A Burden
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O these rites of passage reoccur in dreams!
Through blazing fire and icy storm, I'm 'reborn'.
Am I just another pawn in the gods' schemes?
Why do I feel so hopeless, weary and worn?
Although I'm gifted with creative powers,
What good are they in terms of true happiness?
O I may give birth to a thousand flowers,
And yet I often feel cursed, rather than blessed!
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